The End TGGBB Fan Fic

Chapter 10

Getting up that morning was no fun, but I did. Grabbing my aching stomach as I did so and giving a sigh. Honestly, I no longer mind it so much, not anymore. Not since he had decided to fight me one on one about a year ago, and I got to stand over him, watching him bleed. Of course, he still holds that against me and will never make that mistake again, but damn that bastard.

Work was a pain in the ass yesterday, too. I had six appointments and got about two hours of sleep, yet it's all worth it. As long as Terrance lives, I'm okay with being how I am. I roll my neck, exiting the little alley way. Even though Bennett said I could crash at him place, I didn't feel comfortable with it. Not after last night, plus I didn't want him finding out somehow that I got my ass handed to me on a silver platter.

As usual, I head to the clothing store, and off to the near-by station where I ready myself for the next day, and having no shame in my body I stand nude in front of the mirror. My usual picture perfect body held nasty bruising, which of course is bad for business, but if you turn off the lights things should be fine. Even if you don't, I can rock your world enough, you won't enough notice the markings. 

I had those weird yellow-ish bruises on my stomach and ribs, my eye wasn't to bad, it had coloring but easy covered by make up, just like the markings on my jaw. Other bruises scatter my body, and I had some on my wrist. Not from the beating, though. Work is work, I guess.

I spotted their car as I was walking, taking cover by a tree so they wouldn't see me, because of course, I didn't want to see them. Not right now, I wanted to be in my bubble and not a damn person to pop it. 

The school was close, and I had time so I go off to what is called "Smokers Alley" by the school, sit down on the shitty picnic table and light up a cigarette, taking a slow drag and calming myself. Or so wish. Due to my body craving nicotine, it gives off effects such as relief or calmness but smoking actually raises your panic and anxiety levels. So you know. Don't smoke and shit. Or do, I ain't ya damn boss.

No one really came over here, though some probably already did, or found other places to smoke. I roll my neck once finishing the cancer stick and toss away the butt of it, going ahead and walking over to the school, but the Musketeers car wasn't here yet. I furrowed my brows, thinking they had gone to school. Maybe they went to get Naomi? I shrugged my shoulders, and swiftly walk to class, my luck up today I guess. No one messed with me, and for that I was thankful. 

Jordan wasn't in first hour either, so for the first time since I met them I was able to take pictures in peace. It was nice, but I wasn't the best at taking pictures of course. Terrance was amazing. When I was allowed to take him out he always insisted. He was an amazing artist too, he is the one who gave me all of my tattoos, well, designed them anyway.

It's amazing really. Watching someone do exactly what they are amazing at. Their eyes focused on nothing but what they are working on lost in love. Passion. 

Thinking about it, I can't think of anything that I love. Anything I care about, or I'm passionate about. Except my brother.

Maybe I could write. I've always held an interest in that, but never took it anywhere. I'm to busy.

Click

A click of my camera, and a photo I was actually proud of. In a hallway at school, hallway B, one of the lights didn't work. It flickered, and a students leaning against a wall, their head pointing up was a mixture of shadows and light. Long exposure, the ISO only set to 200. The students stood so still, he wasn't blurred but the people moving around him, well, they were.

Terrance would be proud of this one, so I decided I would print it off, and bring it to him.

I hurry off to my class, and do just that, and then, I get a text.

Boss

Meet me during your lunch at the spot

-A